9 th February 2014

Sonnet 90

He said "This isn't working for me now,

I feel I'm  hung out to dry  on a cross

Of compromise, it's killing me - why bow

At the altar when we've lived long past loss?

Young marrieds - they've got honeymoon sorrow,

But then years to go to get over woe;

When most family life was still tomorrow

We loved the kids too much for overthrow.

Yeah, I do drink too much : so I won't last

As long as you, and that's why it's pure spite

Drowning your man in a single malt taste -

He needs a double shot of vodka might.

            "I thought we'd passed you and your midlife woe:

             So now you're telling me?  I don't think so."